"Well, then this is war." Malachai whirled around in fury, screaming at the forest. "Where ever you are, he who commands this forest, know this! You have brought this punishment on yourself! You could have left us be and you would not feel my punishment! But you have stolen from me, and for that I will burn your damned forest to the ground!"

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:Shinomori would hide no longer. He reopened several scarred runes on himself. Reflect, Heal, Ressurect, and Rain. Any damage inflicted upon him is negated and inlflicted on his attacker, failing this any damage is instantly healed, lethal damage is reversed, at it is now raining. All fires cast are negated.:

:Shinomori appeared behind this necromancer. He would not have this one harm his forest any longer. The guild blade plunged hard and fast into Malachai's achilles tendon, crippling him.:

[i]Verd ori'shya beskar'gam[/i]-A warrior is only as good as his armor.[i]Cogito, ergo armatum sum[/i]- I think, therefore I'm armed.

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(I know I don't. That's why my guy is PO'ed at you, beacuse you stole the orb from him. For the limited time he had the orb, though, it recharged him enough for another summon. ))

Malachai stumbled to the ground as the blade entered his flesh, as the forest blaze was kept at bay by the rain. Kyrie continued to try, however. Malachai mumbled the word "heal" as he placed his palm on his wound and stood up wobbily.

"You dare attack my forest?" is opponent bellowed.

"No." Malachai replied. "I dare attack you." Malachai prepared to fire a blast of dark energy at the man, but noticed the reddened words on the ground.

"Hmm...bloodrunes, eh?" Malachai mused, formulating a strategy. His attacker attmeted another stab but Malachai stepped ot of the way.

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( i think the orb should teleport, because raj'el's charcter's forest is kinda close to the city/encampment, my character just walked there in less than an hour.)Kal'ok'eth was cloaked, he saw the necromancer attacking the elf. He had herd bits of conversation from earlier, and they spoke of some orb, could this be the orb he saught? He belived it was, he began to search the forest and before long he found it. He reached out to grab it but as he lifted it from the ground it vannished. (the wastes where the orb was supposed to be is realy far from here. past forests, mountains, tundra, all sorts of terrain.)

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Watching all of this unfold, Ka'rta decided that it was high time that his blades tasted blood, he raped the shadows around his blades strengthing them, he then lept from the shadows attacking the horde of goblins from behind, beheading, one and choping down a second.

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(Yeah, that works. Hey ph34r, do me a favor. Don't post what my character says or does. I come from a very formal, White Wolf RP background, and when you do that it sets my OCD into spins. And the runes he just carved are into his flesh. There's no erasing them. And any runes he draws now are more powerful, beccause his blade has an enemy's blood on it.)

:ShinomoriFelt his girp on the orb slip in the shadow realm, and al of a sudden it was gone. Out of his dowmain, out of the forest. Good riddance. The Mirrari was an artifact that had been here far too long. He drew his scimitar. This fight could take a while.:

"Then you die, dark one."

:He slipped into the shadows again, to appear behind his opponent, slicing at his lower back. The 'walking was becoming tiring, he hadn't needed it in combat for sometime. He suspected that would be the last time he performed that trick any time soon.:

[i]Verd ori'shya beskar'gam[/i]-A warrior is only as good as his armor.[i]Cogito, ergo armatum sum[/i]- I think, therefore I'm armed.

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Valthonin had finally reached the city. He did not need to ask for entrance into it because the gates had been destroyed. He traveled through the ruined city, taking time to evaluate its decrepid state. It could rebuild, it had a chance. That of course was if they won this fight. Valthonin eventually came upon the great caslte in the heart of the city. Its battlements were partially destroyed, its banners shredded and on fire. The caslte gate was still working and had held its own during the battle it seemed. It was also still guarded. The city had started repairing itself. "Halt, none may enter King Geribold's castle at this time. The battle has crippled our forces and King Geribold is under great stress at the moment preparing for the next assault." One of the guards told him."I understand that, however I am here to inquire upon the king what sevices I may lend my sword to." Valthonin said. The guards looked at each other."Well we would send you to the captain of the gaurd for mercenary work, but he's dead. So the next best thing is the King im afraid." With that the guard banged his halberd hard upon the floor and shouted up to the keep battlements. "OPEN THE GATES!". There was a moments hesitation as the gate operator looked lazily down at Valthonin and his eyes grew wide at his appearance. Then he disappeared behind the wall and the gates slowly creeped open and Valthonin walked through. The court yard seemed fine. It seemed that few projectiles from the enemy catapaults had cleared the great castle walls. He came upon the castle door where two more guards were stationed. He was not questioned because they knew that the guards at the front were the ones to do that. One of them banged his armored fist upon the great wooden doors and they swung inward, allowing Valthonin entrance. He slowly walked in, admiring the great hall and the anti chambers. King Geribold was not sitting upon his throne however, and Valthonin guessed he was in the war room. "Where is the war room, m'lady." Valthonin asked a passing chambermaid. "It be on your right after the door next to the throne, sir." she replied."Thank you."He walked past up to the empty throne and opened the door a few feet next to it. This was the busiest part of the castle. There were couriers running in and out of the throne room and into other rooms. There were many guards here as well as captains, generals, and other military officials. Valthonin's appearance paved a path through the chaos for him as he strode into the war room. King Geribold was standing over a map on a table at the head of the room with several officials surrounding him. In his 50s, his long black and white hair was topped with a magnificent crown. He still wore his armor on and his sword was hung on his belt. His armor was bloodied. This was obviously a king who fought on every level for his people. Valthonin wasn't going to walk up to a king while in his castle and tap him on the shoulder, so he stood at the entrance to the room and waited to be noticed. That didn't take long. The bickering slowly subsided and all attention in the room was soon on Valthonin, standing in his magnificent armor and his great sword Brightblade strung to his back. The king was the last one to look up."Who are you?" He asked after looking Valthonin up and down."My name is Valthonin, I am here to assist you in defeating the hrode that has befallen this city." He answered. There was some snickering, but no one outright laughed because of fear that Valthonin would do something drastic."No one man can make a difference my friend. I'm afraid that you can either go back to the fantasy land where you aquired that armor of yours or just simply join the ranks of my footmen." The king said to Valthonin, however he did not look away. Valthonin reached up and removed his helm. Everyone now was staring at the silver hair cascading down his head as the helm was lifted and the golden eyes fixated upon their king."My liege, if fighting next to your men is the only thing I can do then I would be doing it. However i have the feeling that there is a special task you could assign someone of my caliber to accomplish." The king looked at his men momentarily, then reached into a cabinet behind him and brought out another map, one smaller than the one on the table."On this map there is a marked location. This location is very far from here. At that location there is an artifact that we are all sure the enemy has already sent a force to retrieve. We however are spent on men and could not supply an opposing force and hoped that they would simply not find it. Now you stride into my castle and ask for something to do, here it is. Go to it, find it, destroy it. They must not let the artifact fall into the hands of their leader. A description of the artifact is written upon the map. If you are as powerful as you look, maybe you'll succeed. If not, you'll die. Lastly, beware the other raiders of the artifact, they will crafty and deceptive."Valthonin walked up and took the map, the king assuring his men that everything will be fine. He trusted Valthonin for some reason. Perhaps he had some insight. Valthonin tucked the map into his shoulder slung traveling pack, and pulled his helm out from under his arm and replaced it on his head. He nodded towards the king and walked out of the room.

(sorry for the length, i like to be descriptive. Also i wanted to catch up.)

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"Gna!" Malachai yelped in pain as the blade swiped his back. He used another healing spell to patch it up.

"Fine...if that's the way you want it..." Malachai withdrew his blade from its sheath. The obsidian blade gleamed in the sun light. Mlachai swept the wet blood off of his back and wipe dit on the blade, causing his wepaon to grow. "You there!" He quickly grabbed one of the goblins and ran it through on his sword. The goblin's blood caused the sword, which had been a good 4 feet long when unsheathed, to grow to shoulder height.

"Uh, Malachai, we got problem." Squee said, reminding Malachai that the bumbling orc was still around. He held up a decapitated goblin body. "Somebody killed goblin. Me want to leave."

"Hmph. I bleive you're right Squee." Malachai, still ready to strike at a moment's notice, unwillingly turned towards the troups to see the goblins falling left and right. "What is this madness?!?" Malachai cried out. "Kyrie!" The bird ceased attempting to enflame the forest and returned to Malachai.

"Once my troops and I are gone, burn this place to the ground. With any luck ,the shadow warrior will follow, and his place will go with him." Malachai whispered in the bird's ear. Malachai and Squee decided to leave the goblins to battle their intruder, but the undead were instructed to follow.

"Here this, shadow warrior! I shall admit defeat for now, but in time I shall return and my forces will be legion. Our battle has yet to conclude!"

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Kal'ok'eth saw goblins falling. Shadow Warrior he thought, as he moved nearer to the combatants. A goblin was panicking, and lashing out randomly, and Kal saw a strike that would kill his honor-brother, he was honor-bound to help the shadow warrior, and he blocked the stike, and ran the goblin through. The warrior spun, and Kal quickly said "May the light darken in your presesnce." The traditonal greeting seemed to calm the warrior, wh turned and continued to cut through the goblins.

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After leaving the castle Valthonin stopped at a nearby shop and aquired provisions from the shop owner after he cleared his cellar of dire rats for him. He left the city and stopped when he reached the outside of the city gates, which were now up and working once more. He looked around and saw that the coast was clear. Although he was fine with walking some times, this would be a long journey and it would be better to use his steed. He raised his hands and chanted some words. From his hands shot golden light upon the floor in front of him and from the therealness an armor clad magnificent white steed appeared(W.O.W. anyone?). "Come, Cloud, we have a long journey ahead of us." Valthonin told the horse. Cloud, a gift from Grandolar, had been with Valthonin on countless quests and had charged into battle with Valthonin astride him many times. They were the best of friends as well as comrades. Valthonin hoisted himself astride the great horse and rode off into the forest and the first checkpoint upon the map King Geribold gave him.

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:Shinomori spoke to Malakai:

"And I shall be waiting, and your legions will die at Gaia's hands, and drown in torrents of life."

:He carved one last rune into the ground, the blade wet with three bloods; Squee's, Malachai's, and his own. He carved two runes. Dispel, over summons. Kyrie was sent back to wherever it came from. He sealed them with Banish, gauranteeing that The Gaint bird would not return. He Rose from Malachai's shadow, his grey-feathered wings folded around him like a cloak.:

"And he shall spread his shadowed wings and fly amongst the treetops, filling the air with a rain of grey feathers, and the ground was soaked with blood."

:He lashed out, carving the rune-word "Silence" into malachai's left cheek. No matter what healing spell was used, the scar would hold effect until it faded, wiht magic at least a week.:

(Malachai can't speak until he's out of the woods.)

[i]Verd ori'shya beskar'gam[/i]-A warrior is only as good as his armor.[i]Cogito, ergo armatum sum[/i]- I think, therefore I'm armed.

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As Malchai and company trotted along, the necromancer brooded mencaingly in his mind.

This...insufferable fool! He who uses the power of the blood runes to silence me. Still, the bloodrunes are not all powerful, and there are weaknessed which I must remember to exploit in our next enocunter. When I reach ta'lein,I must recharge myself, and speak to the demons about Zasalamel's demise, and who was responsible for it. His enemies are more powerful than he can possibly imagine, the entire demon race will be at his doorstep soon enough. The King will not be happy about it at all.

Malachai rubbed his cheek, feeling the word etched in his flesh. Silence. And then he understood.

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"As much as I would like," Malachai replied to the strange man who had approached him. "I'm afraid I have pressing engagement elsewhere. See my friend," Malachai motioned to Squee. "Wishes for me to meet his employer, so that I may make a living for myself. And while these woods are no doubt pleasant and serene, I have encountered one denizen of this area who is far less occomadating. Good day, sir." And Malachai, Squee and the undead army were on their way.

Malachai once again touched his scar lightly with his index finger. The blood from the attacker's blade was still etched in his flesh. Good.

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Valthonin reached the woods in little time. He slowed his pace as he rode through, wary of any threats lurking in the shadows. He exited through the northern end of the woods and looked back. Near the western exit there seemed to be a pack of orcs and a lone human leaving the forest. By the looks of it, the human was a dark magician of some kind, probably a necromancer. Valthonin's divine power would prove useful once again. Suddenly another person (what do planeswalkers look like?) appeared and greeted the necromancer. Curse Valthonin's curiosity."Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound." He muttered to his powerful helm. He could now hear them perfectly and see them as though using a looking glass.

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Cloud stirred...danger. Cloud's senses for such things was greater than any other creature Valthonin had known. He turned and looked around. Nothing. However Valthonin was no fool. He deactivated his long range features and activated his true sight as he had once before. Valthonin was not surprised by what he saw, he had seen amazing and horrifying things on other planes and dimensions. This time there was a reptilian thief? assasin? rogue? Something along the lines of that. He was approaching Valthonin in standard cloaked procedure and was not aware he was detected by true seeing."Ho there." He said to the reptilian being.

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"I am known as Valthonin."By the reptilian creatures reply, he was already a threat to Valthonin's mission. Although, blood need not be spilled at every interval."What were you trying to do? Steal, kill, or interrogate me?"

Est Sularus Oth MithasI am a Role Playing Gamer, like my father before me.